Desert Sun, scald the Sky,
Scorch the Land, bake the Desert Dry.
Twisted Bones, bleached by Day,
Scoured by Wind, laugh the Years away;
Nothing Living left alive...
Years Away, When the Earth was Young,
There where no Seas or Rivers run,
Where Kings lived and fell, silent now - silence dwells.
Drifting Gold, and a Crescent Moon,
Breaching walls of cracked and crumbling Stone;
In time, disappear, petrified, across the years,
So back, to the Sand and the Sea, goes Samarkhand.
Desert Sun, scald the Sky,
Scorch the Land, bake the Desert Dry.
Twisted Bones, bleached by Day,
Scoured by Wind, laugh the Years away;
Nothing Living left alive...
Years Away, Men would speak with pride
Of a land which no-one could divide;
Where Kings, lived and fell, silent now, silence dwells.
No-one true, but where Spear might crack,
Sand and Sun have claimed the City back.
Drifting Gold, and a Crescent Moon,
Breaching walls of cracked and crumbling Stone;